“I can kill my father. What about you? Can you convince your father to come to our side?”
Jake was the only one out of the three that didn’t have to kill his father. With Jake’s father being a soldier, he didn’t stand in their way.
“He knows what needs to be done.”
Donnie looked toward Luiz and Tonio.
“I’ve told you, if killing my father means I get to take out that piece of shit, I’m in,” Luiz said.
“Hey, I’ve taken the belt from my dad for the last fucking time. I’m not going to watch him hurt anyone else.”
There was a future with The Family that didn’t involve cruelty. Donnie had a vision, and all he needed was his three friends to keep their part of the bargain. First, he needed to get Paige away from the man who’d kill her without caring.
****
Paige was in shock. There was no other word for it. In one month she was going to get married. Her mother was already preparing the details. Staring at her reflection, she wanted to get out of the red dress and burn it. The birthday party was still going ahead without a problem. Sharon and Anthony had told her tonight they were announcing her marriage, and she was to keep everything that went down today, to herself. There wasn’t anyone else she’d tell about what had happened.
She’d almost died, and instead she was getting married to Donnie. Paige couldn’t believe she was going to marry him. He was part of the mafia, someone who was dangerous, and yet he was going to be her husband. The whole thing was surreal to her. She was going to belong to him, and there wasn’t anything she could do. Donnie had saved her life even though he didn’t have to.
He didn’t lie to you.
You want him.
Biting her lip, she wiped away the tears that had once again fallen.
Her very life was in the hands of the men her father had tried to protect her from. Letting out a breath, she ran her hands down her sides, wishing there was something she could do, anything that would make the pain lessen.
Someone knocked on the door, and she called for them to enter. Where would she live when she was married to Donnie? Wow, married at eighteen. It was something out of a bad romance film. Only this between her and Donnie was anything but a romance.
Sharon entered the room. She no longer looked emotional or scruffy. Her puffy eyes were now smoky from the makeup she was wearing. Any kind of fear was gone, and in its place was a superficial woman that Paige didn’t recognize. “Our guests are arriving.” Sharon moved behind her, pulling her hair back from her face. “I love your raven hair, Paige. Donnie is really lucky getting a girl like you as his wife.”
“You’re going to stand and say that to me now?” she asked, annoyed that her mother would try to find some good in what was happening.
The only good that Paige saw was the fact that she trusted Donnie. She was in Donnie’s debt, and for the longest time she’d not seen him as a brother, nor as a friend. Donnie had seen it himself that very morning: she was attracted to him.
“You can either make this very hard for yourself, Paige, or you can accept what is happening and learn to live with it.”
“You’re insane. Nothing like that is ever going to fucking happen. I’m being married off to keep my silence, and all because you couldn’t handle some hard living.” When her mother went to touch her cheek, she slapped her hand down, glaring at her. “No. I don’t want you fucking touching me. You’re no mother of mine.”
Turning her back on her mother, she shook her hair out. She wasn’t wearing makeup, and she wasn’t going to put her hair up. It was bad enough that she was wearing the damn dress that she didn’t want.
She wasn’t wearing any shoes, but again, she didn’t care. For once she wanted to do something for herself. Opening her door, she came to a stop when she saw Donnie on the other side. His hand was raised as if to knock, which took the wind out of her sails, or at least, it almost did.
“Hello, Paige.” He stared down her body, and against her own needs, her pussy grew slick. Most of the morning and afternoon she’d thought about his hands on her body. Would he touch her again? He told her he would, but she didn’t know when. Would he wait until after they were married? Why did she even care what was going on?
You’re attracted to him, you idiot.
Nothing made any sense to her anymore. Her life was becoming complicated, and she hated complications.
“Well, I’m not going to argue with the way you’re dressed,” Donnie said.
“I’m trying to get her to put some makeu—”
Donnie held his hand up stopping Sharon from talking.
“She’ll be the most beautiful woman there.” He offered up his arm.